Monday, November 14, 2011

From the Heart -- Dear Ancestor

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(14 NOV 2011 – This poem that I found on the internet spoke to a tender place in my Heart.  I have been researching my Family History since June 2009, and it has been a Journey filled with Tears and Joy as I follow the lives of my forebears and learn about some of their challenges and successes.  I feel honored to be a part of my Family and those that have passed before me laying the Path upon which I tread.    Dorothy Hazel Tarr)

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.

[- Author Unknown]

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


(9 NOV 2011 -  The tears in my eyes are NOT really from sadness, but rather from Nostalgia, as I look in the back view mirror again at all that has passed and will never come again. dht) 

As I walk in the twilight of my Life, it seems as though the past somehow reaches out to me – holding me captive in time – with Invisible Hands.

Memories flood my senses and mist clouds my vision – my surroundings are muted as heartfelt images of bygone days fill my eyes.

Remembering people, places, and events and wishing they had not changed, died, or passed so quickly – OH, Nostalgia's Bittersweet Sting.
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr – 2011]

[Photo Source: Photos of a Family and Lost Love]